Allen's face was calm, but his heart was unstable.

Although he is not a member of the Holy Spirit Society, his soul is a time-traveler from another world.

In essence, it is similar to the evil spirits outside the sky, so much so that he is mistaken for his own person by Fengyue.

The Ancestral Altar seems to have the function of detecting beliefs and identifying souls.

When it is your turn to visit the altar, will you be misjudged as an evil spirit?

In addition to this, Alan is also a little worried about Fengyue's situation.

If she possesses a trialist, she may not be able to pass the ancestor worship ceremony.

In the worst-case scenario, being found out in public by Mr. Aardman, how can she protect herself?

What if Fengyue asks for help from herself, or confesses herself after being arrested?

Allen's heart churned.

At this time, Aardman opens the roster.

"Ancestor worship ceremony, start now!"

"Those who hear my name go to the altar and bow down to their ancestors!"

The first to be named was Aslan of the Blue Dragon Family.

He walked to the altar and bowed down on his knees.

At the same time, a soft curtain of light radiated from the altar, enveloping Aslan.

Under the illumination of the light curtain, a hazy shadow loomed on Aslan's body.

The onlookers couldn't help but change their faces when they saw this.

What does this phantom mean?

Symbolizing that Aslan is possessed by the so-called "extraterrestrial evil spirits"?

"A bunch of guys who have never seen the world, no fuss!"

Mr. Aardman explained angrily.

"This phantom is nothing but a projection of the soul of the ancestor worshipper."

"You see, when Aslan knees on the altar, the soul projection is also kneeling at the same time."

"It shows that his body and soul are in harmony."

"On the other hand, if he is possessed by an evil spirit, the soul and the body are not the original match, and it is impossible to be perfectly synchronized and harmonized."

After Yaslan knelt down three times, a hazy light and shadow rose from the altar, vaguely in the image of a blue dragon.

"The illusion on the altar reflects the faith of the prostrate."

Mr. Aardman went on to explain.

"Yaslan's idol is the ancestor of the blue dragon in his imagination, and it fits with his own blue dragon bloodline, there is no problem."

"You should have noticed that Aslan's projection of faith is very vague, which suggests that he is not really religious."

"For the ancestor who created the Blue Dragon lineage, his attitude only stays at the level of respect, and it does not reach the point of sincerely worshiping the ancestor as a god."

"It's a common phenomenon for warlocks."

"But be careful!"

Mr. Aardman accentuated his tone.

"Warlocks like Aslan are, in the eyes of the evil gods and their fanatical followers, a typical 'unbeliever'!"

"If the wall of heresy is unsealed and re-established, the warlock class represented by Aslan will be glued to the wall after death, and they will never be liberated!"

The crowd was silent.

Aslan stood up and wiped the cold sweat from his forehead.

"Mr. Aardman, have I passed the test?"

The Adamantite Golem nodded, opened the roster, and ticked a box under his name.

The other three dragon vein warlocks were not shocked in the process of worshipping ancestors, and they all passed the test.

Next, it was the turn of the warlocks of the Silver Moon Monastery to come forward to worship their ancestors.

"Teacher, what do you believe...... No problem, right? ”

Alan asked White Tiger Wuzun in a low voice.

"No problem." Shiva didn't panic at all, "The three gods of the silver moon worshipped by the monastery, including the four gods of the red moon worshipped by the beast cult, all belong to the legitimate beliefs recognized by the Origin City. ”

"...... legitimate faith?"

This was the first time Alan had heard such a statement.

Master Shiva nodded and explained in a low voice, "Because the divine kingdom of the three gods of the silver moon and the four gods of the red moon are all established within the bloodline galaxy. ”

"The Twin Moon God System, believers return to the Kingdom of God after death, they are not only the ones who pray, but also the ancestral spirits that can be used by future generations of warlocks to meditate and merge, there is no conflict of interest, and they will not be forbidden by the ancestral court."

Alan's heart fluttered.

The gods of the Silver Moon and the Red Moon were both "race gods" that only "beasts" would worship at the beginning.

Similar to the "God of Titans and Giants" Annan, the "Beast God" Behemoth, and the "Mother of Dragons" Tiamat.

In recent years, both the Silvermoon Monastery and the Beast Worship Cult have been improving their teachings, showing a tendency to be conceptual and universal.

For example, the natural attributes of Rhea, the "mother of insects", have risen from the simple ancestor of insects to the height of the "goddess of agriculture" in charge of "famine" and "harvest".

For example, Freica, the mother goddess of the Tiger Clan, derives powers such as freedom, love, and revenge.

Despite this, the core members of the Silver Moon Monastery and the Beast Worship Sect were still warlocks with beast bloodlines, and they did not abandon their ancestral legal system.

The kingdom of the gods of the Silver Moon and the Red Moon is still established in the Bloodline Galaxy, and there is no attempt to draw a line with the Ancestor Camp.

As long as this bottom line is not breached, Origin City will be able to tolerate the existence of the Church of the Gods of the Silver Moon and the Red Moon.

However, Alan still has a problem that he can't figure out.

"Origin City has turned a blind eye, why don't the major families in the Warlock World recognize the legitimacy of the Double Moon Faith?"

"There is no conflict of interest between Origin City and the Twin Moon God System, it does not mean that there is no conflict of interest between the warlock family below and the church......

Master Khiva smiled bitterly.

"It's like someone who has two dogs at home and only gives one piece of meat and bone every day, do you think these two dogs will fight?"

Alan was speechless.

By this time, Baker and Hogg had passed the test.

The next one was Master Khiva's turn, who also successfully completed the ceremony.

Oblivious to the "Tiger Mother" phantom projected on the altar, Mr. Aardman flipped through the roster and put a check mark under Shiva's name.

Next up is the tiger girl Renee.

Her soul detection was fine, but the faith projection was unexpected.

As a disciple of the Cat Academy, the idol that Tiger Niu worships is not the goddess Freka, but the phantom of a man.

Looks, looks like Alan himself.

Feeling the strange gaze cast by everyone, Alan was eager to find a crack in the ground to get into.

Renee finished worshipping her ancestors, relaxed, and returned to Alan's side humming a ditty.

"Silly girl! Is your brain watering? Alan couldn't hold back his annoyance and yelled at her, "Ancestor worship is for you to express your respect for your ancestors, what are you doing visualizing my image, deliberately making me embarrassed, right?" ”

"I'm sorry, I don't have much respect for my ancestors, you can't let me lie and deceive my ancestors, right?"

Renee pleaded aggrievedly.

"Mr. Aardman says that you can imagine the person you worship the most, and it doesn't have to be an ancestor or a god."

"I thought about it, but I couldn't find any other idol worth worshipping except for you, so I ......"

"Forget it, your brain is hopeless!"

Alan interrupted her words, but she couldn't help but feel a little moved in her heart.

The warlock of the Silver Moon Monastery, he is still the only one who has not yet worshiped his ancestors.

With apprehension, Alan waited for the roll call.

Unexpectedly, however, Mr. Aardman actually jumped over him and pronounced Sonia's name.

Eren retreated to Renee's side, feeling a little uneasy in her heart.

Sonia was born in the Human Demon Sect and is barely a believer in the "Demon Queen".

However, her faith is not strong.

This is also normal, after all, for the devil, religious beliefs without practical benefits are not worth mentioning.

In contrast, Helent had a little more respect for her demonic ancestors.

Shiva watched her worship her ancestors and whispered to Allen:

"There is a saying that the Hell Lord Monarch worshiped by the Human and Demon Sect is actually the Prison Heavenly Punishment among the Seven Sect Masters of Origin City."

"The Abyssal Will that the Demons family reveres is the other Origin City's Sect Master, the Abyss Rainbow."

Allen's heart moved, and he asked rhetorically:

"According to that, the Three Gods of the Silver Moon and the Four Gods of the Red Moon will also be the incarnations of the Sect Masters of Origin City?"

Master Shiva was stunned for a moment, wanting to refute, but he didn't know the bottom of his heart.

Since the "Holy Light" of the Heavenly Realm, the will of hell and the abyss, may be the incarnation of the sect master, the gods of the Silver Moon and the Red Moon are not imaginary idols.

If Allen's speculation is true, the gods worshiped by the Silver Moon Monastery and the Beast Worship Sect are essentially the suzerains of the Holy Demon Imperial Family, and Origin City will certainly not interfere with their mission.

However, as the spokesperson of the warlock class, second only to the existence of the Holy Demon Ancestor, the Seven Great Sect Masters changed their appearance and acted as gods to collect the faith and will of believers, what was the purpose?

Do they want to be gods?

If that's the case, wouldn't he have betrayed the warlock class from which he came from, and betrayed the camp of the ancestors?

Alan and Shiva were vaguely aware that under the calm surface of the Holy Demon Ancestral Court, there seemed to be an extremely dangerous undercurrent surging.

Next, Mr. Aardman named the Beast Cult to come forward to worship their ancestors.

Caroline's mother and daughter, Betty and Tafman, and Nora all made it through.

After the ancestor worship, Spanna blinked her big watery eyes and raised her hand to the Adamantite Golem to ask questions.

"Mr. Aardman, there's something I want to ask you."

"I am a believer in Rhea, the mother of worms, and after I die, will my soul be able to escape the shackles of the 'Wall of Heresy' and rest in the kingdom of my lord?"

"Little girl, you think very well, but it's a pity that it's not realistic."

Aardman grinned.

"When we talk about the 'wall of heresy,' we have to make a clear idea, what is 'heresy'?"

"Well...... It depends on who has the right to define 'heresy'. Spanna replied solemnly, "If we were to worship the Beast Cult to define it, the Silvermoon Monastery would be the number one heresy, and vice versa. ”

"Clever little girl, you see it very thoroughly!"

Mr. Aardman smiled approvingly.

"The unbelievers simply do not worship God themselves, but the infidels actively propagate heresies, incite people to join heretics, steal business with the orthodox church, and dig into the wall."

"Therefore, in the eyes of the self-proclaimed orthodox believers of evil gods, the unbelievers are certainly hateful, and the heretics deserve to die."

"It's a pity that the followers of the gods of the Red Moon and the Silver Moon belong to the heretics appointed by the ancient evil gods."

"After you die, your soul will not only not be able to escape the shackles of the wall of heresy, but will be doubly tormented!"

Spanna stuck out her tongue and slid back to her mother.

Next up are the Randolph elementals, who come forward to worship their ancestors.

Am, Phil and Sean made it through.

Finally, when it was Pamela's turn, an unexpected scene happened.

When the blonde girl tried to bow down in front of the altar, she was bounced away by the golden barrier.

There seemed to be some kind of strong will that prevented her from kneeling.

Then, a distorted phantage appeared on Pamela's body.

Compared to her body, it looks very weird.

Anyone with normal sight can see that the strange soul projection does not match Pamela's beautiful skin!

What does it mean that the body and soul do not match?

Allen's heartstrings couldn't help but tighten.

Mr. Aardman was also alarmed.

The gem-carved eyes shot out two magical beams of light, locking onto Pamela's body.

"Little girl, something is wrong with you!"

Aardman's voice was low, implicitly murderous.

"In the past ancestor worship rituals, I have repeatedly unearthed the evil spirits of the heavens lurking among the trialists."

"But even the most twisted evil spirit is not as weird as you!"

"If you don't want to suffer, just answer me honestly, what kind of monster is your body?"

"Weird? Demon? Or...... Iniquity?! ”

"Mr. Steward, I don't understand what you're talking about."

Pamela still looked proud, as if she didn't know whether to live or die.

"As for why my soul is different from ordinary people...... Sorry, it's my privacy, you'd better not ask. ”

"You just need to know that I'm not an extraterrestrial demon."

"Hehe......"

The Adamantite Golem was amused by Pamela's attitude.

"I've never seen anyone as arrogant as you in my life!"

"Little girl, I'm going to kill you, effortlessly, I really can't figure it out, where did you get the confidence to be arrogant in front of me!"

Pamela shrugged, turned to face an empty chair placed next to the altar, and shouted:

"Your Highness of Light! It's all thanks to you that I'm in my current situation! ”

"Can you bear to stand by and refuse to come out and clarify the truth for me?"

Resentful questioning echoed through the empty hall.

Everyone's attention, including Aardman, immediately focused on the empty chair.

Alan noticed that the golden emblem depicted on the back of the chair, like a blazing sun, was radiating brilliance.

It was the mark of the Seventh Sect Master of Origin City, the Heavenly Light, and it was also the Holy Emblem of the Holy Light Church.

Pamela's call still echoed in the air.

On the empty chair, a golden glow emerged.

The slender figure slowly appeared.

Black hair shawl, skin is better than snow.

The mask that covers the face reveals only a pair of golden eyes.

"Your Highness Light, why are you here......"

Aardman bowed to the Abyss Heaven, his eyes filled with confusion.

Yuan Tianguang calmly got up and glanced at Pamela deeply.

His gaze returned to the chief steward, and he said calmly: "Pamela is my relative and friend in my previous life, and at the beginning of my awakening, I gave her a part of the bloodline essence, so her soul is different from ordinary people. ”

Aardman nodded abruptly.

A sect master-level warlock can separate a trace of his soul, like a fragment of a godhead, and merge it into the essence of the bloodline.

Pamela's fusion of the bloodline essence of the Abyssal Heavenly Light was equivalent to fusing a part of his memories, thoughts, and even souls.

When worshipping her ancestors, her soul projection was actually the product of the fusion of her own soul with a trace of the soul of Yuantianguang.

So it doesn't look natural.

Integrating the bloodline and soul of the Abyssal Heavenly Light can raise Pamela's talent to the level of a Sect Master, but she also has to take a huge risk.

If Pamela's willpower is not strong enough, her soul will be assimilated by the will of the Abyssal Light during the fusion process.

Whatever Yuan Tianguang likes, she will also like unconditionally.

Whatever Yuan Tianguang hates, she will also unconditionally hate.

Completely losing one's individuality is like returning to one's ancestors.

Judging from Pamela's arrogant attitude, she doesn't seem to have assimilated the elegant Yuan Tianguang.

For her, of course, it's a good thing.

For some people who resented her eldest lady's temper, it was somewhat of a pity.

After clarifying for Pamela, Yuan Tianguang glanced at Alan quietly, turned to the chief manager and said:

"Mr. Aardman, Alan Pansers is also a friend of mine in my previous life, so he will be exempted from this level of ancestor worship."

Aardman hesitated for a moment, nodded and said, "Since he is the old man of His Highness Light, it is also appropriate to be particularly accommodating." ”

Flip through the roster, and under the names of Pamela and Allen, each tick a check.

Alan secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

The Ancestral Altar can identify Pamela's soul anomaly, so theoretically, it is also possible to detect that his soul is not the original product.

Yuan Tianguang's words freed him from the crisis.

In addition to gratitude, there is also suspicion.

Through the mask, Alan couldn't recognize his true face.

But listening to his conversation with Pamela, and that sense of déjà vu, reminded him of someone.

"Your Highness Light, in your previous life, was it an old classmate of mine in the Warlock Academy?"

Alan asked tentatively.

"It doesn't matter." Yuan Tianguang sighed, his tone was desolate, "The Holy Demon was reincarnated, looking back at the memories of countless past lives, compared to the life of this life, it seems too bland. ”

"The life of the Warlock Academy has been blurred in my memory, and I can barely remember you and Pamela."

"Alan, I am optimistic about your potential, and I hope you will not let me down."

Before Alan could reply, he vanished into thin air.

Only an empty chair was left behind.

A chill ran through Alan's heart.

Judging from the tone of the other party's speech, it is indeed not the former Angel.

……

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(End of chapter)